The Brickmaker's song


A house well builded is ne'er in vain

For it neither totters nor falls.

So you may laugh at the lash of the rain

On the face of your sturdy walls.


Here's my furnace ; let none say it ill,

For nobly it serves it's turn,

And here, the maker, with easy skill

And prudence my bricks I burn.


Away with the stones you have bought, rash wight,

For the house you have builded high

Stands naked now to tempest's might.

Then come to my kiln and buy.


Then here's to Cinyra, Agriop's son,

Here's to his brick red shade

For he, so the age-old stories run

Founded our glorious trade

Published in 1568

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